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Are You There, Ana? It's Me, Julia
Contributed by
mjscully92
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Thursday, 12th April 2012 @ 05:43:51 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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Food was once the one thing
that I could control
I kept myself clean and
I never felt whole
Starving was easy
and the weight dropped away
slowly but surely
I could make myself fade
But not these days
I can’t control
it all goes in
I’m always full
I want back in
I’ve lost the key
and I can’t run
away from me
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mjscully92
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2012-04-12 17:43:51]
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Re: Are You There, Ana? It's Me, Julia
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by HIV on
Thursday, 12th April 2012 @ 07:40:56 PM AEST
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I really felt your emotions in this.
good write I hope everything straightens out for ya.
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Re: Are You There, Ana? It's Me, Julia
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 12th April 2012 @ 07:54:38 PM AEST
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I think I'm with these words, I am with you, I have succumbed,
even as a male, we are alone in this world, and we need people to understand what is so powerfully difficult to diagnose. Something as simple as who it is we see in the mirror, even if we are or are not just this thing that lives despite our own self sense of oneself. I know someone gifted and beautiful and smart and kind, someone who cared for others, and lost their own identity and did neglect all of that for no known reason anyone could express having knowledge of.
If you know someone like that personally you know, like you see it all around and it is quite apparent, yet somehow invisible and still.
Shambles and shame and still like-ness, as though there is a mirror or something a picture could never ever show. one closed off might be afraid of any picture at all that involved them perhaps this becomes something so shared. I do wish it should, I do imagine it could. That we should see others more when it is our own frailty we must alone endure. We shame ourselves and go to no length to criticize who we are.
Sorry, I don't mean to sound like I understand, because I do not. But I have hope.
Peace!
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Re: Are You There, Ana? It's Me, Julia
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 12th April 2012 @ 10:48:53 PM AEST
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| Nice poem |
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Re: Are You There, Ana? It's Me, Julia
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by thehotshotssquirt on
Friday, 13th April 2012 @ 04:25:39 PM AEST
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this poem really got to me.
sometimes i feel a way and i dnt know how to expalin it nut this poem explains it all. |
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